The gold leaf. [volume] (Henderson, N.C.) 1881-1911, 1887-02-24
MIRR0RINGS.
Gems of Purest Ray Serene
ished Surface of the "Wilson
Mirror"
Henry Blsunt.l

ISd9ulC ID uO"O1 IfCdI "HlIu We
frequently find the thorn of evil.
A wife is the angel of home. and
her ministry is an odor of Heaven.
Yesterday is scholar in experience
| and to-day should profit by its teach.
ings.
A man may escape the lashes of the
law, but he cannot escape the lashing:
of conscience.
We understand it has been deaf
initely decided that a deaf man La:
no hear-after.
Pride frequently builds the nest in
which poverty matches out its brood o
wretchedness.
Envy aims her darts at the great.
We bet we have been aimed at a
thousand items.
Animals have been known to wear
bustles. We have seen them on the
popotamous.
The strongest pillar in religion is
charity and that temple would tottel
into ruins without it.
A man in passion is on a wild
horse without bride, and he rushes
furiously to his own ruin.
Though fame is nothing but smoke,
yet its fumes bring sweetest fragrance
to the nostrils of ambition.
The reason an old maid never plays
violin is because she has never caught
the exact hang of the beau.
A snow drop is Natures delicate
announcement that she is coming out
in full dress of spotless white.
Love imparts a roseate tinge to
every scene in life, and tints earth
with CLEANS Of blessed Paradise.
A kind act for one in distress is the
sweetest and most luscious fruit that
ripens on the tree of human endeavor.
A smile is the soul Of good humor,
which runs out on the cheeks to tell of
the radiance that is glistening within.
A bll sl on maidens cheek is the
ruby signal Nature makes when the
least invasion is made upon the hal
lowed domain of modesty.
Love is the golden brush with which
is painted on the glorious canvas of
marriage the most precious and most
exquislts coloring of existence.
Bury the faults Of your neighbors
beneath the mound of your own short
comings, and then you will be more
lenient and charitable in your judg-
ment.
A girl in Wilson says that she is
afraid of all snakes except the beau
constructor, whose coils, she says,
'.embrace you just too nice and lovely
for anything.
At the beginning of the New Year,
Heaven sprinkled its SHOWS, and
wove 3 spotless spread of white to
Show Us tie beauty of purity, and the
matchless glory OF stainless life.
When beauteous maiden pants for
change of costume and tries to re-
dress her monotonous surroundings, it
is then the divinity of her charms re-
veals itself in all of its thrilling witch
cry.
1t is great misfortune to have a
fretful disposition. 1t takes tie fra
GRANGE out of life, and plants weeds
where flowers of rarest perfume could
lie made to bloom in all their luxuriant
wealth.
Happiness is frequently almost
within our grasp, and We pass it by;
while misfortune is sometimes far away
and we rush forward to meet it. Don't
try to jump over the ditch until you
get to it.
Hate plants the sharpest thorns that
can be found in the path of human
existence for when we learn to despise
fellow being then it is We find what
a road of wretchedness we have started
out to travel.
Sorrows crown of sorrow is the
remembrance of happier days-those
blissful scenes of love dreams all full
filed, when life throbbed out its
glorious pulsings, thrilled and quick
ened with all the ecstacies that Heaven
lent to earth to emparadise its borders.
The brilliant and matchless gleam-
ings of the glittering icicles, which
have been glistening in such sparkling
lustre from the tree tops the past few
days, are but reflections, yea but
shadows flung out from the magnificent
corruscation of those dazzling gems
which God has placed in the crown of
He radeamed